Peep Rep: The reason I didn't just bring them with me is because they were busy.

Liza: Busy with what?

Peep Rep: *rolls eyes* You know.

Liza: If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you.

Peep Rep: Doing what's needed to make little baby bunnies...

Liza: Their breeding rabbits? God, what a terrible waste of time and money.

Peep Rep: *rolls eyes* No I meant, never mind I see the limo now.

Sam: *runs into room* What's wrong?

Liza: I said bring Dawn.

Dawn: I'm here.

Liza: Sit down both of you. I need to interview you.

Sam: Are you kidding me? Dawn and I were five seconds from having the best orgasm in the history of the world!

Liza: You can have it later. It's not like you two don't break the former world record every other night.

Dawn: *laughs* She has us there.

Sam: So why aren't you interviewing Trent and Carrie. Oh wait, you actually wanted a couple who knew how to finish the evening.

Liza: Love and 'concluding the evening' are two separate things. The reason I've called you in is because Carrie and Trent have been arrested--

Liza: Wow, I can't believe he just drove off like that. I'm the author. I could crash his car.

Dawn: Don't let me stop you.

Liza: Are you mad because he left you?

Dawn: I'm mad because he has a thing for that under-aged midget.

Liza: Okay, first of all Carrie is 24 years old and while at four-foot-six she is shorter than most people she is neither a midget nor a dwarf. So back off before I give you grief over your bleached-out hair.

Dawn: It's just that I really like Sam, but when he brought Carrie to his bar and got her drunk by having me place dark whiskey in her cola glass, I realized he was interested in her.

Liza: Never question the author. Of course I'm sure. So what do you think of Sam?

Dawn: I really like him, but I've been played enough times, I'm cautious. He's always running off to save someone.

Liza: And you think that's a bad thing?

Dawn: Not if it's true. But some of his excuses are ridiculous.

Liza: Those are probably true. I'd be more concerned with any excuses that sounds credible.

Dawn *smiles* I feel better now.

Sam: Sorry Love, I had to rescue Master Trent.

Liza: I hope you rescued Carrie as well.

Sam: *glances at Dawn.* Trent insisted then almost got her arrested again in the process.

Dawn: *smiles* Can we go home and work on breaking the world's record again?

Sam: If you still need an interview, Trent and Carrie can be found swimming in an absurdly large Jacuzzi. *Tugs Dawn up.* Let's go be all that we can be.

Liza: And away they go.

Liza: I don't understand why interviewing my characters is so much harder than interviewing other people's characters.

Peep Rep: That's because yours come from a deranged mind.

Liza: Let's talk about my book instead.

Worst Week Ever

by Liza O'Connor

New Adult, Humor, Contemporary

Coming July 15th

BLURB

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.

Worst Week Ever.

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'. He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader--Carrie is not having much fun this week.)

EXCERPT

The door burst open and Trent strode in, followed by a man dressed in a black suit, carrying a tray of food. “Good, you’re finally awake. Saves me from having to throw cold water on you.”

Trent sat on her bed as he pointed to the desk. “Put her breakfast there.”

“On the one of a kind, heirloom desk, which has been in your family since 1845?” his butler asked.

“Yes.”

“No!” Carrie yelled over him. “Let’s put it on the bed stand.” She pushed the Tiffany lamp further back to make room.

“Thank you, miss,” the butler said as he placed the silver tray on the stand and then stepped back. “Will there be anything else?”

“No,” her grumpy boss snapped. The moment the butler stepped into the hall, Trent slammed the door closed and glared at Carrie. “Do not countermand my orders to the staff. They’re impossible enough already.”

She chuckled. “I’m sure they say the same about you.” The tantalizing aroma of her food caught her attention. Unable to resist, she peeked beneath the silver lid.

Trent sat a foot away from her on the bed and sniffed at her plate. “I told the cook she’d be fired if you didn’t eat it.”

“If you actually said that, you should go downstairs and apologize. You appear to have a wonderful cook and should value her.”

He shrugged. “She’s okay. Not as good as the last one though.”

Unwrapping her fork from a swaddling of fine linen, Carrie dug into the egg-white omelet. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “God, this is fabulous!”

“Really?” He moved closer and stole her fork so he could try some.

She expected him to smile at first taste. Instead, he became annoyed. “Come on! Your taste buds can’t be that jaded.”

His eyes narrowed. “It’s very good. Far better than the crap she feeds me.”

Carrie shook her head and swiped the fork. If the cook prepared Trent mediocre meals, she understood why. During her first six months at Lancaster Chairs, Trent had threatened her with unemployment on a daily basis and she’d hated it. She nearly grew to hate him, would have, except his remarks always lacked sincerity, as if he’d learned them rote.

Once she’d consumed a quarter of the omelet, she offered him the fork. He smiled and shook his head. “You finish it. The cook will serve me my gruel later. Probably spit in it for good measure.”

Author Bio:

Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

Ivy: I’m a Las Vegas Entertainer – dancer, actor, acrobat – and I worked in a big show on the strip.

~ Where are you from originally?Ivy: I was born and raised in Las Vegas, NV

~ Would you go on one of the ghost hunting tours down in the city?Ivy: Sure would! I think it’d be fun!

~ Hmmm… Being so close to Rachel, NV, Area 51, and the Extraterrestrial Highway, I have to ask – Do you or don’t you believe in aliens and UFO’s.Ivy: Actually, I do believe in that stuff. Cue spooky music. LOL! Interesting couple of questions considering I’m in a Contemporary Chick Lit Erotic Romance story and not Paranormal. ;)

~ You have a point. Okay, we’ll get back to the smexing… What attracts you most to a potential mate?Ivy: I really like guys who are intelligent.

~ What body part do you like most on a person?Ivy: It’s a tie between eyes and ass for me.

~ Have you ever had sex outdoors?Ivy: Yep! Up in the trails in the Red Rock Canyon area.

~ If you could spend a naked weekend with your partners, would you?Ivy: Hell yes!

Get ready to be tempted…~ Blurb for Sunset Temptations – a 1NightStand story from Decadent Publishing ~

(Book Content / Warnings: Contemporary, Erotic, Chick Lit, Romance, Menage, Alternative / Oral, anal, GLBT, [MM, MMF, MFM])Can wishes come true in just one night?* Roommates, Ivy Tramonto and Kiran Emerson, are heading out for their blind dates set up through a prestigious matchmaking service. Neither know anything about the men they’re to meet at a charity event being held in a mountain resort, but they’re looking forward to the adventure and forgetting about all their problems for an evening.* Resort owner, Robert Bourbon, doesn’t have time to play the field, especially when he wants a polyamorous relationship. After requesting the services of Madame Eve, he’s matched with the perfect pair and believes life can’t get any better.* Everything seems to be going great, until a mistake one of them made comes back to haunt them.* Will they make it through the dilemma or will they miss out on having their true desires granted?

~ Excerpt ~

“Sir, Miss Tramonto and Mr. Emerson have arrived. They have checked into the suites on either side of your penthouse as you requested.” Brandan fingered the screen of his tablet, then held the device out. “I need you to sign the contract for the adventure group coming in.”

“Thank you.” He looked over the electronic document, pulled his stylus from inside his jacket, and signed it. “I’m glad they arrived a few hours before the event. It will give us all time to get to know one another.”

“Would you still like to meet Miss Tramonto first?” The adjunct one-handed typed on the screen. “There. The contract is sent. I will contact Miss Tramonto if you don’t need me for anything else.”

“Yes. Please call her suite and have her ready herself for the evening. Once she is, show her to the Juniper Patio. Don’t forget to give her the sunset-colored rose.” Robert strode over to the mirrored wall behind the built-in bar and readjusted his tie. He liked the charcoal gray against his black dress shirt.

“I won’t, sir. What of Mr. Emerson?”

“After you see Miss Tramonto to the patio, visit Mr. Emerson at his suite and tell him I’ve been detained in a meeting. Have him wait in the Shadscale Bar. I will find him there in a bit. I need to keep them separate until the right time presents itself.”

“As you wish. Also, Mrs. Lawrence is looking for you to go over the schedule for the evening.”

“Good. I’ll be right with her. Anything else?”

“No, sir.” Brandan nodded and left the room.

Robert strode over to his desk and opened the files on his matches. Ivy Tramonto’s paperwork listed her as a blue-eyed woman with honey-gold hair. It also mentioned her being an adrenaline nut who loved the outdoors. She had worked on the strip in one of the acrobat shows until recently. The same went for Kiran Emerson. Both were good looking, athletic, adventure seekers. Madame Evangeline had also said they were friends, lived together, and occasionally were intimate. Both had fantasies revolving around participating in a threesome.

Perfect. Just the kind of companions I’d hoped for.

With a chuckle, he closed the folders. He knew at least three people who’d be granted their desires tonight, even if they weren’t official charity wishes.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Hi everyone, Daisy Banks here and today I’m interviewing a character from Your Heart My Soul. Gareth Saunders is an antiques expert, psychic and one of the all round good guys. He set out to assess the contents of a disused pawn shop and ended up in a very tricky situation.

Daisy: Hi Gareth, I’m glad you’ve been able to take a break from your schedule and join me.

Gareth: Thanks, I’m pleased to be here.

Daisy: I think your job in the antiques business sounds fascinating. Can you tell the readers a little about your role as acquisitions second?

Gareth: The Company I work for, Saunders, Sampson and Rickets, belongs to my father. Mr. Sampson, my maternal grandfather is now deceased but the name remains. Mr. Rickets does specialist work on furniture. Dad’s chief acquisitions person, I second him. When my father does retire I’ll take over his duties. Acquisition entails finding and purchasing stock for the showroom. I attend auctions, house clearances at times, local markets, and car boot sales too. Anywhere I think I might discover items the company can purchase and sell. I also give an advice service to people who need clarification of current values of goods. Often when people inherit items they are uncertain of how much they are worth. I find this aspect of my job so interesting. If an object or painting is especially valuable I can offer people information so they can make the choice to keep, or perhaps restore an item. I can also give them guidance on the best places to sell if they chose to do so. Our company is very proud of our reputation in the antiques industry.

Daisy: As I said, fascinating. I recall your special interest is in naval objects. When did you decide to focus on those items?

Gareth: I have a passion for the sea and since I was a small boy I’ve enjoyed sailing. I’ve a small boat of my own and I suppose the interest began there. Maps and charts especially the early ones appeal to me. Cartography has an amazing history. Some of the oldest maps are worth a great deal of money, globes too. I also like the day to day items that sometimes surface, such as William’s ship’s papers; they can tell us so much. I’m still learning in this field. I think it will take me a lot longer to gain the expertise to describe naval goods as my specialist interest.

Daisy: Will’s papers seemed very important, what’s happened to them?

Gareth: I’m researching them, adding more detail where I can. He certainly did travel. I’m intending to offer them to one or two of the local museum’s when my research is done.

Daisy: I believe you also have an additional skill, that of a psychic. Could you tell us a little about that?

Gareth: I don’t tend to talk about it much. People make assumptions and as I found out in my youth, sometimes those who don’t believe in such things can be aggressive in their attitude. As I explained to Miss Chesterton, I know I’ll never have enough evidence for some people.

Daisy: Can’t I coax you to say just a little more?

Gareth: My skill in is sensing things from objects. I can feel the aura, sometimes access memories an object harbors. Not all the recollections are happy, though some are. Since my first interactions I’ve thought of my work as a psychic as helping others to deal with unfinished business. My grandmother taught me to understand things that way. I do have to admit my experience in relation to Miss Chesterton’s store has to be the most intense and challenging psychic occurrence in my life so far.

Daisy: What made it so challenging?

Gareth: Dealing with my fears for Miss Chesterton. I’m convinced if I hadn’t got things right she could have been in grave danger. I had no time to consult wiser psychics and had to depend on my skills. I learned a lot and very quickly.

Daisy: Would you describe yourself as a natural hero, courageous under pressure?

Gareth: Not at all. I’m just me. I responded to a situation and did the best I could. From all I’ve heard and read, I think most people described as heroic would say the same thing. Circumstances make demands of us and we have to deal with them. Miss Chesterton was very brave throughout, an inspiration I’d say. Not every young woman would have coped as well as Libby.

Daisy: Would it be true to say your relationship with Libby is an important one?

Gareth: Indeed it would. When two people share the kind of experience we have it would be very difficult not to become involved. Libby is the most giving and courageous young woman. She is very dear to me.

Daisy: Thanks for sharing that with us, Gareth. It has been a pleasure to talk with you. One last question for you, do you think you and Libby might share other psychic linked adventures?

Gareth: I hope if we do they won’t be quite as intense as the first one. I’ve enjoyed talking with you, Daisy. Many thanks for giving me the chance to share my thoughts on events.

Daisy: Thank you, Gareth. I hope we get the chance to talk again sometime. Best wishes to you and to Libby.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Alexa sits inside the Cuan MacDougall Pub in the Scottish Highland village of Glenhalish. A bagpipe tune filters through the speakers. A few locals sit at various tables enjoying lunch while light rain drizzles outside. With Alexa at a table close to the kitchen door are the MacDougall siblings- Jamie, the oldest, Ewan, the middle sibling and Meggie, the youngest of the family.

Alexa: Thanks to you all for taking time out of your schedules to visit with the readers and me today.

Ewan (takes Alexa’s hand and kisses it): I always like spending time with a beautiful lass.

Jamie and Meggie both groan. Jamie slaps his palm over his eyes. Meggie purses her lips and stares her brother down.

Ewan (holds his hands out, palms facing the ceiling): What?

Meggie (crosses her arms and turns to Alexa): You’ll have to excuse him. He thinks too much of himself.

Alexa: You’re forgetting, Meggie, I know EXACTLY what Ewan’s like. But let’s get to work. Tell us about the Cuan MacDougall Pub here in the village. It’s a popular place, isn’t it?

Jamie: Aye, it is. It’s the family’s pub and it’s a favorite here in the village. Our parents owned it before they passed away. Now the three of us take a part in keeping it running.

Ewan: But Jamie does the most for it. Meggie and I both have other jobs.

Alexa: Jamie, the pub almost cost you your marriage, didn’t it?

Jamie: Aye. Me wife, Mary, and I went through some rough times. I threw myself into working at the pub instead of working out the problems in our marriage.

Alexa: And what happened?

Jamie: Mary left me.

Meggie: She moved to Edinburgh for six months and sent Jamie divorce papers. (Ewan sees an attractive girl come through the pub door with some friends. He smiles and waves at her.) But Jamie refused to sign them and…Ewan!

Ewan (snaps his attention back to us): What?

Meggie (shoves his arm and rolls her eyes): It’s no wonder you’re alone. No bright lass is daft enough to stay with you and your ways.

Meggie (staring at her watch): Look at the time. We’ve got that tour coming in shortly. (She hops to her feet.) Alexa, it’s been great seeing you again. (She starts back toward the kitchen.) Take care.

Jamie (jumping to his feet): Margaret MacDougall, do you have something to tell me? (They both disappear into the kitchen.

Alexa: Well, it’s never a dull moment with the MacDougalls!

(Jamie’s story is Carry Me Home. Meggie’s story, Silent Surrender, is awaiting a release date. Ewan’s story has been submitted for consideration.)